Llyod Banks:America welcome to the land of the braveAmerica welcome to the land of the slavesWhere to do anything for money the consequences is the cageFollow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their graveYou can either live to regret or benefit from your waysThe enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the straysEverything aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to changeAnd it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strangeI wake up to (momma missing?) head throbbing heart full of rageUrine dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenadesWhen it comes to ammunition it's thirty thirties and K'sAnd them treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your wavesAmerica welcome to the land where they killAmerica welcome to the land where they stealWhere niggas will call your bluff till you let them know shit is realWhere material shit will make bitches head over healsWhere drama appeals to most of the kids so they watchWhere they shoot at cops and most little niggas don't know they popsWhere peer pressure comes on you smoke weed get bent to be coolWhere the girls loose there virginity in elementary schoolWhere the ambulances are late club floors get left with stainsOver step on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"Where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and nice whipsWhere cops will fuck you up with flash lights and night sticksAmerica welcome to the land where they frame youAmerica welcome to the land where they hang youWhere it doesn't pay to live with out sin or be an angelAnd a regular day of just chillen a bullet can rearrange youWhere niggas will back stab you the first time they get the chance toThe envious ways of a coward will do nothing but amp youI'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and stars are bornWhere you can wake up in the morning and your brand new car is goneWhere niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking crackPlay Russian roulette with their dreams and there is no way to get them backWhere the hood rats will surround you, the constant trade on the stackIts kind of hard to keep your cool when there is constant hate on your back

Llyod Banks: [Chorus:]New York City that's where I stayWhere everyday is foul playWe got ours so you should have yoursCause it'll be no warnings when it's time to go to warNew York City that's where I'm fromI got my vest, I got my gunAnd you should run if you aint got oneCause it'll be no warnings for them niggas, wars come

Tony Yayo:

A yo Banks, let me shine

I got Timberwolves in MinnesotaAnd got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda, homieI cross over with rugers in Vancouver when it's GrizzlyAnd I'll Portland Trail blaze ya if ya ass don't hit meYou'll get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland and start bleedingAnd now you're on the bench and can't ball all seasonYo I'm rolling Phillies up with the 76'sAnd got my Heat in Miami on the beach with my niggasAnd them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' cause they see themDenver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkingStash the burner, Now I'm in Phoenix SunCause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the runI'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee BucksAnd I, stay with the ratchet cause that's what's upI got a Wizard in dc that chef up O'sSo I'm living like a King in SacramentoWhen I'm out in Chicago I'm on some BullshitYou know semi automatics I stay with a full clipFor them Houston RocketsBaby nine in my pocketHypnotic and bomb chronicLounging with the SonicsI'm that nigga that will Los Angeles Clip yaSlow your Pace in Indiana while you counting them figuresYou I'm out in New Orleans "wodie" ducking them warrantsYou'll get stung by my mac like a batch of HornetsTimes up like the San Antonio SpursI got rings like a Laker but move Celtic birdsDisappear like Magic- Dallas Mavericks with the gatI'll Detroit piss on you while your lying on your backStrip shorty out her bra you know I get assCause the kid big ballin' like the Utah JazzToronto Raptor style Ya is a vetI move like a Net so Cut that check